Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Slave,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.